Once More On My Adventure Brave And

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.

No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself, / A Man's Worth Something.

One Who Never Turned His Back But Marched Breast Forward, Never Doubted Clouds Would Break, Never Dreamed, Though Right Were Worsted, Wrong Would Triumph, Held We Fall To Rise, Are Baffled To Fight Better, Sleep To Wake.

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.